survival in the wilderness

Chapter 22 The Cold Season Is Coming Again
Lin Yan was stunned to see someone fishing in a basket by the river, and the harvest was quite rich.Sure enough, no one should be underestimated.

She smiled and asked, "How did you come up with this idea?"

The old fishing man laughed and said, "It's all thanks to you. One day, when I saw that the hemp net could catch pikas, I was thinking that the fish in the river could also be caught with the net, but the hemp net is not easy to spread in the water." I made up a basket to catch it, and it was done after a try. We fish like this around our house. The fish caught at one time are big and plentiful.”

The old man fished out the fish in the basket, took out a basket and put a few fish in it, and handed it to Mao Mu, "Give these to Lin Yan, without her, I wouldn't have thought of such a good idea."

Lin Yan was looking at the constantly rising contribution value in the science and technology museum. There were six kinds of fish here, all of which were unknown to the old man.

"I don't want fish, can I watch you fish here?"

"Of course." The old man welcomed it very much. Lin Yan is a lucky star in the tribe. She made the people of the tribe live a life that they could not have imagined before.

The old man was very talkative, chatting with Lin Yan while fishing.

"You are so young, you know things that we don't know. The elders in the tribe are very grateful to you and think that you are omnipotent like the sun god."

Lin Yan quickly waved his little hand, "The sun god is the god of the tribe, I'm just a child, I can't compare, I can't compare. What's your name, old man?"

"Old Lin. We both have the word Lin in our names." Old Lin was cheerful and liked Lin Yan very much.

"Yes, Lao Lin, what was your name when you were young?"

"At that time, he was called Xiao Lin, but when he got older, he became Lao Lin."

Lin Yan smiled, "Many people in the tribe call it that."

"Yes. But since you taught everyone how to write, it doesn't have to be so difficult to name them."

Although Lao Lin is old, he has a studious heart.Whenever I have free time, I will learn from the children who studied with Lin Yan, and now I can write dozens of characters.Not only that, but also learned a lot.

"That's good. I'll teach you how to use characters. Lao Lin, how many people are there in your family?"

"It's just me and a boy. We used to be called Xiao Lin, but we changed our name to Lin Yun after we learned the characters. Lin Yun has grown up and can go hunting and work."

"Where is Lin Yun's aunt?" Lin Yan asked curiously. Families like this are rare. In order to continue their blood, men usually choose women to start a family.

Lao Lin paused with his hand holding the basket, and said in a low voice: "She didn't catch up with the good times. If she lived to this day, she would enjoy the blessings. Aunt Lin Yun died very early while hunting. At that time, Lin Yun was still alive. He was very small, and I have brought him to this day."

Lin Yan hurriedly said: "Old Lin, you are amazing, you can raise a little baby."

Everyone in the tribe was proud of raising a baby. Hearing Lin Yan's praise, Lao Lin was immediately happy.

Seeing that there were more and more fish, Lin Yan said happily: "Lao Lin, let me teach you how to recognize these fish. Each of them has its own name."

"Okay." Lao Lin was very happy. He only knew red fish and black fish before, and it would be better if he could identify them more clearly.

Next, Lin Yan told about the fish in the basket one by one, and Lao Lin and Mao Mu praised that there are so many kinds of fish.

Lao Lin carefully memorized each fish, and when he fished out the fish again, he pointed to the ones he knew and called out their names, letting Lin Yan judge whether they were right or not, and then left the ones he didn't know.

Lin Yan introduced the new varieties one by one.

The three of them happily passed the morning, and Lao Lin harvested two big baskets full of fish, all of which were big fish of various varieties.

He asked Lin Yan to choose, whichever one he wanted.

Take the rest back and keep what you eat, and exchange more with the people in the tribe.

Not only did Lao Lin gain a lot from this day, but Lin Yan also gained a lot.

There are three rare species of fish caught, one rewards the contribution value of 15, and other species are added, for a total harvest contribution value of 85.

If there is such a harvest every day, it won't take long to accumulate enough contribution points.

She had already discussed with Lao Lin, and if she caught fish she didn't know, she would show it to her.Lao Lin was naturally very happy.

There are a lot of pottery at home, all kinds of plates, cups, and jars. Lin Yan has a new idea when he looks at the harvested pockmarks.

The stem bark of Ju Ma has been used, and the pockmarks should have other uses besides being used as seeds.

Lin Yan found a small bowl, peeled the pockmarked kernels, and pounded them finely with a stone, gradually releasing a layer of oil.

The sauce and oil are mixed together, looking like a gooey mess.

When I touched it with my hands, it was very greasy.Just separate the oil.

Although there is no iron pan for cooking, it also has great uses.

There are earthen pots, some of which are more resistant to burning, and can be used as pots to cook food, which is much easier to use than stone pots.

Sesame oil and sesame paste are also available, which can be regarded as an improvement.

"Aniang, let's eat something new today."

Huahong laughed immediately. Apart from too many new things that her daughter has been tossing these days, she is still looking forward to it, "What do you eat?"

"Look at the bowl. It's pockmarked sauce. After the meat is cooked, just pour pockmarked sauce on it."

Lin Yan took out another lime fruit and squeezed out the juice for later use. There were almost no condiments, so he could only make do with the sourness of the lime.

After the meat in the earthenware pot is cooked, take it out, tear it into shredded meat with your hands, pour over the pockmarked sauce, add some lime juice and stir well, and the shredded pork is ready.

It was the first time Huahong ate like this. After watching for a long time, he saw Lin Yan take a few mouthfuls before eating.

Once in the mouth, it is the impact of several flavors, not a single meat flavor, the mixed flavor is more delicious.

"good to eat."

"That's right, Mom, eat more." Lin Yan hugged his small bowl, took a few mouthfuls and then stopped.

Small appetite is one aspect, the most important thing is that the food here is too difficult to swallow.

I think that although she was not picky about food, she was addicted to various experiments and ate simple food, but she had never eaten such crude food.

God knows how she endured it every time she ate.

In order to survive, he had to barely eat to fill his stomach.

Hua Hong was not picky at all, and ate all the boiled meat with the sauce.

After eating, she cleaned up the dishes and took out a pile of skins to dry.

Lin Yan was taken aback, "Aniang, have all these old leathers been tanned?"

"Yeah, Wood and Stone helped to get it. Not to mention, the skins are much softer after being tanned again, and they don't have such a strong smell. The cold season is coming, and it will be useful to dry them out."

"Ah, the cold season is coming?" Lin Yan was startled, the weather hasn't changed much these days, there is only one season, and she is used to it.

"Coming soon." Huahong said while busy: "The cave is very dry after being smoked by fire, and it is not cold to live in. It is not difficult to warm up in the cold season. A few days ago, Caozhi used pika The leather sewed a whole body of clothes, and my mother looked very good, I will go to learn later, and I will make these leather clothes into clothes when I come back."

The leather has been used for a long time, and it has been accumulated. No piece is complete, and there are many holes.

In fact, the skins in the tribe are basically like this. Hunting is difficult, and it takes a lot of effort to peel off the skins. They are all broken holes.

Lin Yan didn't care about A Niang's rambling, she only cared about one thing, "A Niang, when will the cold season come?"

"I can't tell, soon."

(End of this chapter)